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"We were talking shop," said McClintock, rising. "Now, Jack," cried Thames, warmly grasping Sheppard's hand, "you are my friend again. I'll send for Wu Fang. Small blame to her. . A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. Then she slowly straightened, releasing him.
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